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He nudged her to bring her out of her reverie. She was lost again, zoned out, overthinking. "Penny for  your thoughts? Or do you want it to be punny?" She laughed in that way she only laughed with him and broke out of her spell. It was easy being around him, effortless. It didn't matter what she had to do to be near him or how many intolerable yet genius puns she had to endure to hear him giggle at his own damn jokes. Maybe that's exactly why she couldn't describe what about him made her happy. She had been asked that often, a lot, really. And she couldn't figure out how anybody who knew him even the tiniest bit couldn't understand it. It felt natural for her to gravitate towards him because he was it. Not in the epic love story and grand gestures way but just the I-can-just-be-myself-around-you-and-you-put-me-at-ease way.

She was wound up and every year of her life and every incident that came along with it had built her up a nice, cosy layered wall that protected her. He made her want to get out of it, look at the world with open, wondering eyes, to come out and play. She found it hard to meditate because she couldn't sit still for a couple minutes but she was okay just sitting next to him for hours - fidgeting here and there, yes but calm all the same. Her world did not revolve around him but it did lose meaning when he didn't smile on days.

How, then, was she supposed to describe what about him made her happy? How does she put in words how two broken souls made each other happier just because they were still alive and kicking. How nothing seemed too difficult if they could just add a 'TWSS' to the premise. For someone who valued words more than she valued her own breaths, it made her feel out of place every time she had to defend being so close to something that was two heartbeats away from blowing up. She couldn't say she loved those two heartbeats that came before because nobody would understand. It was okay though. She was okay without words because he didn't need them. All he needed was her laughs and it wasn't that hard. (TWSS)

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